"I am Sam Cortland.. and I will not be afraid." He kept repeating. Over and over again. He could feel every bit of the torture being inflicted on him. He could feel that he won't make it. Wishing, praying, thay Celeana won't be captured. That she would find the freedom he couldn't.

"I am Sam Cortland.. and I will not be.." He breathed out as his eyes closed. It was over. His eyes opened to bright lights and white curtains. And a woman sitting beside the bed.

He groaned squinting his eyes.